Gone was her dignity and independence. Overnight. We had three months of wondering what was next. Will she heal? Will… Read more The reality of uncertainty.
Three long months later, I sit at her bedside re-reading what I’ve written so far. Shocked at the poetical way… Read more Mercy, please.
When they were toddlers, I missed them being babies. Then when they were teenagers, I missed them being little kids.… Read more Remembering the past at the expense of the present
I hope it rains a little at home so I don’t have to water the flowers. I hope it doesn’t… Read more What do you hope for?
Momma is sick. I keep having these strange reveries, when my mind goes down dark tunnels of worry. I don’t return until… Read more The tincture of time